It all started with my love of Dragons. Want to find out more? Stay tuned, Though this has nothing to do with the title, my story will rule the world! (At least I hope so)

My parents being muggles and conservatives did all they could to squelch my desire to be different, for they did not understand my calling. Recently, I've been dreaming about a man with long, shimmering white- blonde hair reaching for me, it was frightening at first, yes, but I came accustomed to it or rather him. Maybe I should start from the beginning than the middle. My childhood was no less than what people would call privileged, of course, I would agree with them. That is before I turned eleven. My whole life changed in an instant, with the sounding of what seemed like dove's wings a letter addressed to me arrived and disaster followed. An explosion on that fateful night took everyone I loved, except my mother, and gave me something I would cherish for my years to come. power. I still don't know why or how I survived Volemort only that a surging power burned in my veins and then I blacked out. When I came to I was in the hospital with a bandage over my head, my mother sustained massive injury and had to stay in the hospital for the rest of the summer. My will power kept her alive I just know it.



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